Overdressed for me, underdressed for Glyndebourne

Plus Mbappe's bloody nose, Labour's dire Brexit acquiescence. And Farage

Decades have passed since I last walked into a branch of Moss Bros and hired a dinner jacket and bow tie. As a lowly reporter covering a Lord Mayor’s banquet in the City of London, this not only enabled me to feel at ease with the assembled bigwigs but was a prerequisite of being there at all.

If I remember correctly, the Press Association reimbursed the…